Commission And Concern

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Participants: Max, Nenienne, and NPC Hope
IC Date: Year 03, Month 09, Day 27
OOC Date: 16 September 2011
Location: Eastern Weyr: Living Cavern
Synopsis: Max and Hope eat dinner, and Neni delivers a bracelet and a warning. Not necessarily in that order.
Rating: PG-13
Posted by: Nenienne

The main Living Cavern at Eastern Weyr is a near replica of the "Lower Bowl" in shape. It is circular, with ceilings sloping up into a gentle cone shape. There are a few stalactites hanging from the ceiling, from which the Weyr's few firelizards may perch. Between these, there are a few inverted "hills", showing exactly how quickly the workmen finished this job. It lends an eerie quietness to the place, as the features cut the sound more effectively. The glowbaskets on the walls highlight the tables of all shapes and sizes around the room. The Head Table appears to be more traditional in place and kind, but the rest of the tables are variable. The east side of the room boasts larger rectangle tables suitable for whole groups of riders, while the middle holds smaller circular tables more appropriate for a family with children. The west side of the room has small square tables which often double as gaming tables on lazy days and most evenings.

Near the Head table, off to the East side, the double doors of the kitchen swing open. Near those doors, two long rectanglular tables are set up for food and drink service. On the eastern and western sides of the room, the stairs lead up to parallel hallways which connect to the rest of the Weyr. A third, smaller set of stairs at the southernmost end of the cavern leads to the Weyr Entrance.


It's near the end of dinner in the Living Cavern, and Neni is finished but lingeringnow that things have quieted down. Eventually she sighs, gets up, puts her dishes in the approrpiate bins, and heads toward the stairs.

Max is as usual late for dinner, though that could have something to do with the three turn old with the live chicken clutched under one arm. "You want dinner you leave that shardin' chicken behind," he states giving Hope what is meant to be a stern look but comes out more as exasperation. "No! Chicken Shit 'ungry," the little one declares deftly slipping passed the beast manager and marching herself and her pet straight for the nearest table.

Nenienne may not be the most social person in the Weyr, but that doesn't stop her from being curious. She pauses in her exit to watch the little girl carrying the chicken, her expression bemused. Then she hears Max and her expressions turns sympathetic. "Babysitting?" she asks.

Dark eyes roll and without meaning to Max says more than he'd meant to as he makes a lunge for Hope and misses, "Jaya's workin' tonight and Ma's down Landin' way," with Keane more than likely which means that yes, he's on babysitting duty for the time being. "Hope I swear to Faranth if you…" too late, the fowl's just been deposited on the table and handed a breadroll left over from the last occupants.

Not smiling very often might work to Neni's benefit for a change, is Max's exasperated words are any indication. She eyes the situation and then, as if searching for the correct words, asks, "Will you have some time later?"

Perhaps it's the way Max stalks over to Hope or maybe it's the glare he wears that couple's with a weary expression indicative of a long hard day that has the toddler reaching forward and scooping her pet off of the table and settling it in her lap. Sending his daughter a narrow-eyed look and words to stay put Max turns back toward Nenienne and quickly scoops what remains of the evening fare onto two plates. "Uh, not sure. What's up?"

Nenienne says, "A couple of things. The good is that your commission is finished. The bad is that one of your stable-workers may be under threat."

A smile starts to form when Nenienne states that the piece he'd commissioned from her is finished and then slides right off at her last. Dark eyes hold her under an intent look before Max turns and deposits the plates on the table, one set before Hope along with a spoon and the other, his, on the opposite side though he doesn't sit down to eat. Instead the Southern Crimelord parading as a beast manager takes a step or two away from the table, out of earshot but still able to keep an eye on his daughter and her feathered pet.

"Define, under threat?" For that could mean anything from bullying by other 'hands to something more sinister such as follows the lines of his more clandestine activities.

Nenienne lowers her voice and says, "Fiala says she got a letter from her father saying he might come and retrieve her from the Weyr. She isn't sure how much effort he would go through to do it, though — she's hoping the land and such he'd get for marrying her off isn't worth his trouble."

Once Nenienne explains a brow goes up and some of the tension that had strung across his frame eases. That he can deal with. Not that it pleases Max any as evidenced by a low growl of sound. "Fi ain't goin' nowhere she don't wanna go," spoken with a sense of possession for the littlest stable hand, "You tell her she's to come find me in the mornin' and we'll be puttin' somethin' into place what will send a clear message to that effect."

Nenienne nods and says, "Will do." She glances over at the girl and chicken to see what they're up to, then offers, "If you want a few minutes to eat, I can go grab that bracelet now. Or I could track you down later."

Somewhat distracted by news that one of his employees is being strong-armed by their family, Max has yet to notice that Chicken Shit is once again on the table and…pecking at the plate of food he'd set aside for himself. It's only when Nenienne glances in that direction and mentions eating that he follows her gaze and a very un-fatherly type curse breaks free. Scowling he stalks over to Hope and makes a lunge for the fowl which simply has it squawking and tumbling off the table in a surprised shower of feathers, quite a few of which land on his plate. Hope of course dissolves into a fit of giggles and goes scrambling after her pet leaving Max palming a hand over his face as he sighs and turns back to the jewelrysmith, "Aye, now works, if you wouldn't mind because after this comes haulin' her butt down to the bathin' caverns." And that in itself is a mission in patience and perseverance.

Nenienne nods and disappears for a few minutes, returning with a plain but well-made wooden box. Without a word she hands it to the harried Beastmaster but, though she isn't smiling, her eyes have an amused look which belies her usual frown.

It's at times like this when his northern counterparts would likely pay good money to see their colleague all but brought to his knees by the pint sized whirlwind of mischief. However, by the time Nenienne returns Hope is a sullen little bundle picking at her food with her pet nowhere to be seen. Let's hope it hasn't met its fate and been sent to the kitchens to be served as part of the next day's meal. As for Max? He's glowering in silence at his daughter from across the table and is shovelling food into his mouth like he hasn't eaten days. With the wooden box handed to him, he pushes his plate aside and turns a tired smile up to the jewelrysmith, gesturing for her to sit as he opens it.

Nenienne sits down next to Hope and watches as he opens the box, now completely intent on watching his reaction.


Inside the box is what appears, at first glance, to be a plain silver cuff bracelet with rounded ends. The bracelet has been hammered neatly in semi-circles, giving it a rippling and somewhat matte effect. A closer look reveals eight small sapphires centered on the bracelet's top. There is one, centered by itself. Next are four in the shape of a square, and a little further on three, in the shape of a triangle.


Even although he's acquainted with Nenienne's work, the platinum and sapphire piece that is revealed when the lid is opened surpasses what Max had hoped for, evidenced by the wide grin that grows. The light glinting off of the gems catches Hope's attention and like the little magpie that she is, the toddler leans forward, straining to get a closer look. "Pwiiiiitty," the little one coos as Max lifts it out of the box and runs a finger over the gems set in the 1-4-3 pattern he'd requested. "Aye but it ain't for you so you be keepin' your sticky little fingers to yourself," annoyance with the child for her earlier behaviour warmed over with fondness and then he turns his attention onto the jewelrysmith. The weariness seeming to melt away as the young crimelord impulsively leans sideways seemingly intent on planting a stubble roughened kiss on Nenienne's far smoother cheek unless she avoids him. "You darlin', are a genius of gems and design," he declares in a rare show of charmingly boyish delight.

Nenienne actually does smile at the reactions, going so far as to nod at Hope and say, "She has good taste in no-nos." She is caught by surprise when Max kisses her, and she sits in stunned, but not offended, silence for a few seconds. She's never been good at taking compliments, so what she finally murmurs is, "I'm glad you like it. It was fun to make."

"She's also good at liftin' anythin' what's shiny and catches her fancy," Max returns with a touch more pride than a parent should likely have for the thieving ways of their offspring. With the uniquely crafted piece being kept out of her reach Hope flops back in her chair with a little sound of disgruntlement and goes back to making patterns in her mashed tuber with her fork. It's a faint line of amusement that shows up for Neni's reaction to that kiss on the cheek though Max does do a good job of trying to hide it. Silence draws out, a contemplative gaze fastened to the cuff bracelet in his hand and a thumb rubbing lightly over the sapphires and then the beast manager looks up and pins the jewelrysmith with an intent look, "As much as saygradin' and cuttin' raw gems?" Asked with the kind of nonchalance that suggest this merely to be an idle query of interest into what makes Neni tick.

Nenienne sits in companionable silence, mostly watching the pattern-drawing child, until Max asks his question. Then she hmmmms and says, "I don't know. I thought of cross-crafting to the Miners at some point, but I think I prefer them when they're already shiny. Especially pre-treatment, some stones are unrecognizable before being polished and faceted. Like zoisite. In its natural form it's brown, not the gorgeous blue-purple most people are used to."

"Ah," Max utters a sound of acknowledgement to Nenienne's explanation though he seems almost disappointed by her reply. It's short-lived however for soon he's setting the beautiful creation back into its box and replacing the lid a roguish grin now in place, "This goes down the way I'm hopin' it will, you'd best be usin' the marks from it to order yourself up some new finery." And with that slightly enigmatic comment, Max stands and drops a look onto Hope, "Say g'night to Neni, love. Time to bath." And hopefully sleep shortly thereafter but he has more chance of turning water into wine than that occurring. Back to Neni the wooden jewelry box is lifted, "Once again, my thanks andI may be havin' need of your services again the future." Although the next time will be in a capacity that Nenienne is likely not expecting.

Nenienne cocks her head curiously, but doesn't answer otherwise. She glances at the little girl and says conspiratorally, "No lifting the bracelet, either." And, when Hope says goodbye, she replies in kind. She nods happily at the mention of more commissions and murmurs, "You know where to find me." Since Max looks ready to depart and she has no further business in the caverns, she once again heads toward the lower caverns.

Lifting a little hand and waggling it back and forth, Hope gives a whispered, "Ni-ni" and then giggles when Nenienne advises her against lifting the bracelet. "Hope jus' look," she states with a grave nod of head though the mischief twinkling in dark eyes, suggests otherwise. Slipping the wooden box into a jacket pocket Max bends and scoops the toddler up under his arm and holds her like a football which sets the toddler to giggling all over again. Nenienne's response before she heads toward the lower caverns earns her a low laugh that's laced with all kinds of trouble. "Aye, I know where to find you," he replies and then makes his way toward the bathing caverns, the chicken not having made a re-appearance.


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